My Ink Is Running Low
My ink is running low
It doesn't want to flow
My rhymes are stuck
In a muck
My muse must be sleep
She hasn't said a peep
What am going to do?
I haven't got a clue
My ink is running low
It doesn't want to flow
Is my muse there?
If so where?
Am I writer without a muse?
If so what is the use
I think must go find another
A muse like no other
Maybe I can go to an ancient place
And meet a new muse face to face
Or maybe I'll wait she awakes
It's still early for goodness sake
12-3-16
Alexis Y
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016
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